Kissing Erik Vincenti Zakhia watercolor

When the land and the heaven kiss

a storm is born in between their lips

stretching and stretching

until for a moment the land can’t see the heaven anymore

shadowed by heaps of billowing clouds


However in the land’s heart

there always are some traces of heaven

marshes that in their flowery patterns reminisce of dawn and twilight

rock formations that look like some solitary clouds strolling across pastures of grass


The land often forgets that she and heaven are united by a bond deeper than the sight of one another

and when for many days the sky is overcast, the land starts to despair

she cries bitter tears of abandonment and she curses heaven who has hidden beyond the clouds, out of reach from her eyes

sensing her misery that waters their roots, plants and grass shrivel and trees drop their leaves


When heaven clears again, he is surprised to see the land so barren and chapped by the cold winds of north

and he asks the land what has happened, and she cries tears of joy telling him she has missed him

missed the warmth that flows from his heart to hers

and the sky replies that he too has missed the sight of her twinkling eyes

of course, the sun, the moon and the stars are interesting to look at

but they are cold and distant and impossible to grasp

whereas she is the thing he understands the most in all the universe

all what he is not, all what he can’t be, she is

all what he desires, she has

And the land and the heaven stare at one another eyes without being able to look elsewhere

and they let the light of the sun and that of the moon and stars unite them

and they let the dancing winds mix and blend their essences

all over the globe rain storms and hail storms and snow storms and sand storms are born

and suddenly the land and the heaven realize they are the storms that spring from their hearts

they don’t have to shelter and mourn, but embrace one another and join hands and will and essence in the twirling winds that blow

and once they trust enough the storm, they start hearing one another thoughts even when their eyes are closed and misted and blinded


About Erik Vincenti Zakhia

Dear all, I will share with you many of my poems, short stories, drawings and paintings telling of my journey of self-discovery and my reflections about life, love, art, spirituality, sexuality, kundalini rise, and twin flames. They all fall within the realm of Hazen. May you have an inspiring visit!


  1. Erik c’est le plus beau poème!
    Ils sont tous beaux!!
    Je le trouve magnifique! écrit encore!

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